June Month Quotes

I used to love my husband. Until he drugged me… Until my eyesight faded into darkness… Until my legs stopped obeying me… And he walked away without a backward glance. June, a cafe shop owner who lost her sight and the use of her legs mysteriously met a young man, Mark Lawson who happened to be sweet and nice to her and even married her despite her condition. But it turns out that Mark isn't who she thought he was. She was merely a bait in the game. Rhys Morozov, a Mafia heir and Don and retired soldier who was sent by his father to eliminate an enemy with the disguise as Mark Lawson, a botanist who has a blind and crippled wife. He keeps drugging her so as to keep on with the lie. Rhys thought she was soft and sweet but turns out after he left, it was only a facade. she wants him at all costs and is willing to do anything to get him. She happens to be in the same unit as his subordinate and he can't seem to push her away, no matter what. Will she find out the truth and will he knows the sacrifices she has to make to get there? especially when she has to lose herself in the process of a forbidden love affair between her and her boss. Trigger warnings: Nonconsensual acts, breeding kink, anal, toy play, praise and degradation kink, breathing kink among others. Read at your own safety.

My twin sister, wanting to be with her thug boyfriend, secretly planned to apply for a junior college. When I could not talk her out of it, I told our parents and managed to stop her. However, just a month into the new semester, her thug boyfriend cheated on her. She left a suicide note, blaming it all on the long distance between them. She wrote that if she had gone to that junior college, her boyfriend would never have cheated. Grief‑stricken, my parents turned all their rage on me. "You wretched girl, this is all your fault for meddling! What business was it of yours which school your sister went to? Even if she didn't go to college, we could still support her. We didn't need your big mouth!" "If it weren't for your spiteful tongue, your sister wouldn't be dead!" "We were cursed to have a vicious, unfilial daughter like you!" They locked me in her room, ordering me to repent. Then they took her ashes on a trip, saying they wanted her to see the beautiful mountains and rivers she never got to visit in life. A month later, they returned from their travels to find me long dead, starved to a withered husk in front of my sister's photo. Their eyes held no grief, no guilt, only a faint, scornful curl of the lips. In their eyes, my death was nothing more than justice served. My broken soul saw their icy expressions, and despairing tears burned my eyes. Then my sister's familiar voice rang out again: "What business is it of yours which school I go to? You're just jealous that I have a boyfriend, aren't you?"

Cursed from birth and abandoned after her mother’s death, Princess Caralyn grows up as an outsider in her own royal household. Ever since she turned fifteen, every last night of the month, an uncontrollable rage consumes her, turning her into something feared and locked away. And on one last day of the month, fate brings her face-to-face with the most powerful man in the lycan world: Riccardo DeSantis, the Supreme Ultima who rules all wolf-kind with unquestioned authority. Cold, feared, and ruthless, he has buried his heart since the violent loss of his mate. When Caralyn’s curse spirals out of control, and she attacks him, Riccardo does the impossible. He touches her and sucked out her rage, binding their lives together in a way neither of them understands. Her only dream of escape dies when her mate is taken from her by death. Desperate to escape a forced marriage, Caralyn makes a reckless choice that ties her body, and her fate, to Riccardo’s. What begins as a moment of desperation grows into something far more dangerous: longing, attachment, and love neither of them is prepared to face. But loving the Supreme Ultima comes at a terrible cost. When peace finally seems possible, the past rises from the dead, revealing a horrifying truth. Guilt, loss, and fear drive Caralyn to flee, setting off a chain of tragedies that threatens to shatter what little remains of their love. As enemies emerge from the shadows and betrayals cut deeper than claws, Caralyn must decide whether she is truly a curse or something far more powerful. And Riccardo must choose between the ghosts of his past and the woman who has already survived hell for him.

The day I get engaged, my brother brings home a woman who's my age. He says she's his actual sister and accuses me of stealing her life for the past 20 years. Even my fiancé says she's his rightful wife. I'm kicked out of home. Meanwhile, my brother and fiancé take the true heiress traveling. They even give her the villa they had prepared for me. Half a month later, they suddenly remember it's my birthday. To their dismay, they find that they can't see me anymore—I've joined a secret ten-year project organized by the nation. They're supposed to be happy, but they now regret everything.

Lana thought marriage to Diego would be the best thing to ever happen to her. But, she was wrong. She didn't realize this until she was gagging desperately over a poisoned cup of wine after a passionate wedding night. But death is not the end. She is reborn into the body of another person a month later and she begins to plot her revenge against her enemies. But fate had other surprising plans. When she meets Diego in her new body, a mate bond springs to life between them. She is quick to publicly reject him only to fall into the hands of a force majeure. The Ruthless Lycan King. But the question was, could this reborn Land survive what former Lana didn't?

Andrea Dela Vega, 25, isang babaeng pinagpala ng magandang mukha at pangangatawan. May kakaibang taglay karisma na kahit sinong lalaki ay mapapalingon talaga kapag siya ay dumaan. Marami ang may lihim na nagkakagusto sa kaniya at gusto siyang maikama pero sa isang Doktor niya naibigay ang kaniyang pagkababae. Ang Doktor na bagong divorce sa kaniyang asawa ay na-obsessed sa kaniya at binigyan siya ng isang Proposal na hindi niya matatanggihan. "1 million a month kapalit ng gabi-gabi kitang kasama. Paligayahin mo ako hanggang sa makalimutan ko ang asawa ko."

The day my boyfriend got back together with his first love was the day I boarded the flight to Imperia. "Queenie was just a fling," said my boyfriend. "I'll never see her again. We'll be together forever." His friends were worried about my ruining his heartfelt confession, but I would not. Not this time. Before I went to Imperia, I promised my mentor I would join medical research, and I was half a month away from total communication cutoff. I would have to stay around for ten years for the research. I would not be allowed to contact anyone in the meantime. And thus, my ties to my soon-to-be ex were broken.

He had once sworn I was his fated Luna, the Omega he cherished above all. However, just a month shy of our bonding, he decided to repay a life-saving grace by fathering a child with his old flame. To add insult to injury, he swiped the herbal research I was on the cusp of unveiling. He claimed he was trapped, obligated to both sides. I, however, was done with him. I cut ties, called off our Bonding Ceremony, and set off for the Northwood tundra to lose myself in my research. Two years on, he pleaded for my return, professing I was his one true love. However, by then, I was renowned far and wide, and he was nothing to me.

Nicole Stanton, the richest young woman in the world, showed up low profile at the airport but she was immediately swarmed by reporters.Reporter: “Ms. Stanton, why did your three-year marriage with Mr. Ferguson come to an end?”She smiled and said, “Because I have to inherit my billion-dollar family fortune…”Reporter: “Are the rumors that you’ve been dating a dozen other young men within a month true?”Before the billionaire heiress could speak, an icy voice came from not far away. “No, that’s fake news.”Eric Ferguson stood out in the crowd. “I also have a billion-dollar net worth. Ms. Stanton, why don’t you inherit my family fortune?”

[This month’s property management fee is $1,500. Please make the payment on time.] My wife, Grace Anderson’s phone screen lit up. I glanced at it and then took the phone. “Did the management office miscalculate this? Our management fee should only total up to $28 a month.” Grace stood up abruptly and tried to snatch her phone back. “He must’ve miscalculated! Let me talk to him.” However, I had already clicked on the link and read the page. [Cloud Mansion, property owner: Ken Smith.] The young male nanny cooking in our kitchen had the same name. Something snapped in my brain. The three of us were living in a very small house, but Grace had bought a mansion for our manny!